Watcher Garden. #1 (18.7.20)

It’s far too old to remember who built it. But someone did.

It’s lived far too long for anyone to remember why.

It has grown in different ways than most, learned to take care of itself in a different way.

It is its own unit. Communicates within itself, for itself. But it is not removed. Not closed off or isolated. It welcomes, in ways.

It gathers knowledge. Few know it does. None know how, or why. Or who for.

It is kept safe by community ties. Tradition. Forgotten history. By its own mechanisms.

It does not remember how to share its memories. Its information.

It does not know to look to the future, or have a wish for it.

It remembers only how to watch, and survive.

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